Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sauce Boy Beats
Sauce Boy Beats
Songwriter
Carl Thomas Bouley
Carl Thomas Bouley
Songwriter
David Dow
David Dow
Songwriter

Lyrics

Key to the lock but the lock don't open
Hopin that I don't end up chokin
Woah shit it's a blessed new day
Checks rakin in like a jew parade, woah
Dave's out back with the chopper loaded
Chasing ghosts no comatosin
GoPro frozen on slow-mo
Homo you've been straight overdosing
Back to the bullshit
Even if actors really took five
It would only take nine to master the motion
That line was cast in the ocean
My ex couldn't last in the moment
I guess that ever since then
I've been putting my pen in charge of the coastin
Fuckboy go fuck yo boastin
Grab your hand now fuck your lotion
I grew up a stan I was never in stands
Now when I stand stand attention
I really do hate to mention
Even if it's something scandalous
Remember when December ended and your plans didn't come to fruition
Now it's just
Key to the lock but the lock don't open
Hopin that I don't end up chokin
Woah shit it's a blessed new day
Checks rakin in like a jew parade woah
Dave's out back with the chopper loaded
Chasing ghosts no comatosin
GoPro frozen on slow-mo
Homo you've been straight overdosing
Key to the lock but the lock don't open
Hopin that I don't end up chokin
Woah shit it's a blessed new day
Checks rakin in like a jew parade woah
Dave's out back with the chopper loaded
Chasing ghosts no comatosin'
GoPro frozen on slow-mo
Homo you've been straight over- over
Key to the lock but the lock don't open
Hopin' that I don't end up chokin'
Woah shit it's a blessed new day
Checks rakin' in like a jew parade, woah
Dave's out back with the chopper loaded
Chasin' ghosts no comatosin'
GoPro frozen on slow-mo
Homo you've been straight overdosing
You can get it smooth like butter though
I'm just thinking maybe we can chill up in a bungalow
Get your feet rubbed while I'm staring at your butt in that
Two piece lovable, swim suit I'm lovin' those
Looks that your givin' me
Tryna give them back
Henny in my system got me wanted to retract
And exactly explain why I'm feeling this pain in my brain
But it's gone when you're arching your back
And I'm back at it
Rapping like a motherfuckin' crack addict
And that's that and if I can attract hash
Then I'm coughin like I'm motherfuckin' asthmatic, and I
Can't really see to clearly now
People in here lookin' weary now
Grew up on Elm and fear street
How you tryna tell me I don't hear these sounds
I been fighting with the demons in the yard
So long I don't even get a motherfuckin' chance
I just wake up, put a pilly in the cup
Get a shirt hit a bong grab my motherfuckin' pants, hmm
Stick another bullet in the can
Thinkin I won't do it but I'll pull it if i can
Flick it I bet it be getting wicked
I'm missing a bigger fish if I wanted to make into the spot i planned
Woah, Slow down
Woah now
Get up on beats and blow now
I see this bitch got glow how
'Bout you go show me that throat now
In a minute I'll be back when you need me
Three G's in the back got a need see
When I reach please casually leave we
Don't really wanna clash with the key see
Key to the lock but the lock don't open
Hopin' that I don't end up chokin'
Woah shit it's a blessed new day
Checks rakin' in like a jew parade, woah
Dave's out back with the chopper loaded
Chasin' ghosts no comatosin'
GoPro frozen on slow-mo
Homo you've been straight overdosing
Key to the lock but the lock don't open
Hopin' that I don't end up chokin'
Woah shit it's a blessed new day
Checks rakin' in like a jew parade, woah
Dave's out back with the chopper loaded
Chasin' ghosts no comatosin'
GoPro frozen on slow-mo
Homo you've been straight over- over
Key to the lock but the lock don't open
Hopin' that I don't end up chokin'
Woah shit it's a blessed new day
Checks rakin' in like a jew parade, woah
Dave's out back with the chopper loaded
Chasin' ghosts no comatosin'
Key to the lock- key to the lock
Key-key-key to the lock
Straight overdosing
Written by: Carl Thomas Bouley, David Dow, Sauce Boy Beats
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